“Dropped glass? Oh my gosh, is she okay?”
Mr. Bryne growled into my ear, and my pussy tightened around him. He gripped my hips, slowed his pace, and thrust deep.
“She’s fine, Melissa. She’ll be out soon.”
I grabbed my bikini in case I needed to put it on really quick and tightened around him. I was so close to the edge, so close to moaning out his name so loud that everyone could hear, so close to coming again.
“Go back to your friends.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said, his tone tenser than before.
The back door opened and closed again, and Mr. Bryne picked me up right off the ground—his cock still inside of me—and walked with me to his bedroom. Though I had never been inside of it before, he didn’t give me any time to look around and admire it. Instead, he bent me right over the bed, pushed my face into the mattress, and continued to pump into me.
“How long will it take her to figure out that you’re not coming back out until I’m finished fucking your tight little pussy?”
My pussy clenched on him, and I groaned into the bedsheets. “I-I—”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my upper body off of the bed. After pressing his lips on my neck, he sucked roughly on the skin underneath it. He pumped into me, each stroke sending me closer and closer to the bed. His hand wrapped around my neck, and he squeezed lightly.
Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. I grasped the bedsheets and moaned loudly, not caring who could hear me anymore. All I knew was, this was orgasm two, and there was bound to be more.
After pounding into me one last time, he pulled out, turned me around, and forced me onto my knees. “Fuck, Mia, hold those tits together for me.”
He stroked his cock in my face, and I pushed my tits together for him to come on.
“Open your mouth,” he said, groaning.
I gazed up at him, opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue.
He drew his brows together and looked down at my tits. He slid his cock between them, pushing up and down. I stared at his cock, tugging on my nipples and moaning.
“Eyes up here, Mia.”
I glanced up at him. He parted his lips, legs trembling, and came between my tits. He groaned, the last of his cum dripping out onto me, and then he reached down, picked me up, and tossed me onto his bed.
He crawled onto the bed with me, parting my trembling legs, and sat between them. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited to see you in my bed …” He swept two fingers against his cum on my chest and stuck them into my mouth, and I sucked the cum off of them. “Swallowing my cum.” He leaned down between my legs and pressed his lips to my clit. “Eating your tight little pussy again.”
After he placed my legs on his thighs, he reached up, seized my nipples, and tugged on them. His tongue massaged my clit in fast circles. I furrowed my brows and grabbed on to his wrists, loving the way he touched me.
When he squeezed my nipples harder, I screamed out, my legs trembling. He continued to eat me until I came down from orgasm three of the day, and then he sat up between my legs and watched me. Then he finally said, “Dump Mason.”
CHAPTER11
MIA
Igulped, trying to think about something other than the mind-numbing orgasms I’d had. “But—”
“Dump Mason, and I’ll make you come like this every night.”
Dump Mason. Dump Mason. Dump Mason.
I couldn’t get the words out of my head. I didn’t want to get the words out of my head. I had been thinking about it for such a long time now, but when Mr. Bryne had said it out loud … it made it real somehow. And I didn’t like the way I felt about it … because it wasn’t just me that I had to look out for. It was Mom too.
He gazed down at me with those pretty gray eyes that I could get lost in forever, and I didn’t want to stop staring into them. But I knew that I had to stop. I had to stop this, whatever the hell this was.
“I can’t.” I forced the words out of my mouth. Tried to convince myself that this was what I really wanted. Promised myself that when I got a good job and could support Mom … I’d dump Mason. But I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to support Mom with all her medical bills; I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to afford a caretaker for her when I had to work.
